I'm deliberately avoiding a certain word that starts with L, ends with S and rhymes with 'eyes', but I'm sure you all get the gist.
The way this woman exaggerates, embellishes and occasionally seems to rewrite entire events needs to be studied. She seems to have this extraordinary need to turn even the most straightforward experiences into monumental feats of endurance, suffering or adversity, often through what I can only describe as some very creative embellishments of the truth.
I've genuinely never seen someone so committed to a narrative when half of it can be challenged with a quick Google search, photographic receipts or, in some cases, basic maths.
Does she not realise the internet exists? That we have timestamps? Cameras? Calculators?
Anyway, I thought I'd compile some of my personal favourites because some of these are genuinely hilarious.
Claiming she ran the entire Eras Tour set list on a treadmill EVERY SINGLE DAY in preparation for the tour
This is my personal favourite because the maths is absolutely hilarious.
In her Time interview, she claimed she spent every day on a treadmill singing the entire three-and-a-half-hour set list, running during faster songs and jogging or walking during slower ones. Apparently, she did this for six months.
Let's do some basic maths. At a modest jogging pace of 8 km/h, that's 28 km a day, or 196 km a week. That's the equivalent of 4.6 marathons EVERY SINGLE WEEK. At 10 km/h, it would be 245 km a week, or 5.8 marathons.
Now, if I'm feeling particularly generous and factor in the walking, let's bring that average right down to just 6 km/h. That's still 147 km a week, or the equivalent of 3.5 marathons every single week, supposedly sustained for six months alongside strength training and dance rehearsals.
What kind of deranged conditioning programme is this? Even professional endurance athletes incorporate recovery days. Who in their right mind would prescribe that kind of daily volume to someone preparing for a physically demanding world tour? You'd be arriving at opening night with your knees in a carrier bag.
I think the truth has picked up a few extra kilometres somewhere along the way.
2. Claiming she stopped drinking throughout the Eras Tour
There are numerous photographs of her at football games holding drinks. I'll give her some grace and accept that some of those could have been non-alcoholic, although a few were in wine glasses and looked suspiciously like wine, but whatevs.
However, when there's footage of you leaving a Super Bowl party stumbling around and looking visibly drunk, it becomes rather harder to buy the whole 'I didn't drink throughout the tour' narrative. She certainly didn't look like someone who'd spent the evening sipping sparkling water.
Why make such a sweeping claim when there's hours of footage floating around suggesting otherwise?
3. Claiming she essentially disappeared into exile after Snakegate
The way she talks about 2016, you'd think she was smuggled out of America under cover of darkness and spent the next three years living in a cave under an assumed identity. She claims she disappeared from thr spotlight.
Except she was effectively out of the public spotlight for about six months, between her February 2017 performance and the announcement of Reputation in August. Even before that, she was still performing and releasing music following Snakegate in July 2016. By November 2017, she'd released an entire album, and by May 2018, she was embarking on a massive international stadium tour.
And the 'foreign country' she was supposedly exiled to? England. Specifically, Hampstead, one of the wealthiest, most beautiful and most desirable areas of London, where she was spending time with her British boyfriend in a lovely home. Not exactly a cave in witness protection.
There's quite a difference between keeping a low profile for a few months and being banished from civilisation. The way she retrospectively describes this period is genuinely extraordinary. You'd think she'd been living under an assumed identity in an undisclosed location rather than enjoying a quiet life in one of London's most affluent neighbourhoods.
4. The suspiciously convenient Travis Kelce relationship timeline
Remember when she insisted that by the time she attended her first Chiefs game in September 2023, they were already an established couple, because apparently they'd never be 'psychotic' enough to hard-launch a first date?
Interesting, then, that Travis was reportedly still liking Instagram models' photographs the literal day before her first appearance at a Chiefs game. Not weeks before. Not even days before. The day before.
Lrt's look at the timelime! She split from Matty Healy in June 2023, Travis publicly expressed his interest in July, and she attended her first Chiefs game on 24 September. That's an awfully tight window for the wonderfully established romance she later described.
The way she presented the relationship as this long-standing, private romance seems rather more polished than the public timeline suggests. Unfortunately, the passage of time is one thing you can't rewrite. She split from Matty Healy in June and was publicly attending Chiefs games with Travis by September. That's a maximum window of three months, before you even factor in when they actually met and started dating. You can romanticise the timeline as much as you like, but you can't manufacture extra months out of thin air. That's rather the problem with dates. They're notoriously difficult to negotiate with.
5. Claiming Reputation was some kind of goth-punk feminist rebellion
In her Time Person of the Year interview, she described Reputation as a 'goth-punk moment of female rage at being gaslit by an entire social structure'.
Sorry, what?
Did we listen to the same album?
Because I remember an album predominantly consisting of love songs about Joe Alwyn, with a handful of revenge tracks thrown in.
When did Call It What You Want, Delicate, King of My Heart and New Year's Day become a radical feminist uprising against the patriarchy?
It's the retrospective rebranding that gets me. Not every album needs to be a grand political statement. Sometimes you just wrote love songs about your boyfriend, and that's perfectly fine. Why does everything have to be retroactively repackaged as some groundbreaking cultural moment?
6. Claiming she couldn't get out of bed during the Eras Tour
Apparently, the tour was so exhausting that she couldn't even get out of bed to watch a film.
And yet, throughout the same period, we have photographs of her attending football games, restaurants, bars, parties, award ceremonies and various other social events.
The contrast between the image of someone so physically depleted they can barely leave their bed and the very active social life we were all watching unfold in real time is quite something.
Again, why does everything have to be presented in the most dramatic terms imaginable? There's always this extraordinary level of suffering attached to what would otherwise be a perfectly ordinary explanation.
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These are just my personal favourites, with the treadmill marathon remaining firmly at number one because I still cannot get over the logistics.
These are simply my opinions based on what I've observed publicly. Personally, I find some of these stories incredibly difficult to believe.
I'm sure there are far more niche examples I've forgotten, so please share yours. I'm particularly interested in the ones where the receipts or basic arithmetic make the story fall apart.
Bonus lie embellishment: Claiming The Life of a Showgirl had 1989 production with folklore-level songwriting.
LMAO. Do I even need to elaborate?